When I heard Eve screaming I knew something was wrong. She was walking around the house holding our new(2 hours into the life of 4 kids and a dog of a single mom) hamster: Rascal. I ran into the room and there was Eve with big crocodile tears streaming down her face screaming "I'm so sorry! I didn't know! I'm so sorry!" as she handed me what looked like a wet hairball. It was Rascal, turns out that Tiger(our golden retriever/beagle) thought Rascal would make a great dinner. He was frozen and not moving, no breath, I grabbed some kleenex and cuddled him in my hands. Took him upstairs as I simply believed he was still alive because he was warm. I just had faith God was bigger, I laid him face up on the bathroom counter and still nothing. I thought: "Lord, how cool if you brought him back to the land of the living." Then I noticed his tummy moving slowly up and down. He stretched out his tiny arms and began to roll over.
God isn't finished with him, yet! Neither is He with you or I!
